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LARRY BIRD
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kojaque
Kojaque
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Smith
Kevin Smith
Songwriter
Sam Knowles
Sam Knowles
Songwriter

Lyrics

So how long do you think it's gonna take before you forget about me? Haha, it's like an hour away Excuse me, could you turn that off please Yeah I'll turn it off in a sec Is that the air hostess? Yeah, I'm gonna try and get some sleep here, I'll call you when I land Good evening ladies and gentlemen I'd like to welcome you all on board this flight to London Stansted If I could just have your attention for a moment I'll tell you about the in-flight entertainment That we've got provided Yeah gimme the mic I'm Larry Bird before the growth spurt Know the talent's within me If I go before my Ma Just don't let them bury her with me Plan to leave this Earth how I found it Sometimes I feel too crowded Sometimes I feel like a cherub pissin' in fountains like Fuck you mad about? This is what I was made to do Nobody stole your ambition, it's just escaping you Camera flash, I'm laughing, moving away from you The frame ain't off, I just move at a different rate than you Jedi vision, 25 at the shops fishing No ID, gon' fuck up the whole mission Childhood sweethearts up in a tree kissin' And she like it when I spell shit out with my tongue tip and I never felt I been so broke that I can't fix it Used to dry the tea bags out in the back kitchen Came too far not to use what I got given Now I'm up upper echelon, got used to the pot pissin' Got used to the pot pissin' Got used to that pot pissin' Got used to that pot pissin' like Remember when? Used to be broke Used to draw the dole Used to have to get me Ma to fix up all me clothes Used to have to fight promoters just to book the shows Now the only issue's keepin' money out me nose Handsome little fucker but you'd swear I didn't know Used to get twisted just to try to get me hole End up gettin' whiskey dick or headin' home alone Now I have to swat the women off me with a pole Yo! Shimmy shimmy ya, shimmy ya ya yayo The eyes don't lie, been on the bag all day-o You get the glass, buddy, I'll say wayoah Pass me the keys to that Ford Mondeo K-hole be kickin' like Leonidas King Jackie, I'm in the back with your highness I won't pretend I remember you, just remind us See all of yous got BigShitComingitis Pissed down back of the class is where you find us Minibar bottle of Jack, like I'm a giant Fee fi fo fum, who wanna come and try us? Get done like a panto villain, look out behind you! Look out behind you Ooooeeee Look out behind you! Look out behind you Where's the cockpit lemme fly this thing? Sir, sorry darling I need you to put your tray table back upright We're about to land Yeah, one sec Yeah sorry darling, sorry to wake you Alright no bother Fuck sake Ughhhh cabin crew, brace for impact
Writer(s): Kevin Smith, Samuel Knowles, Doris Bright Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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